Feed the dogs, spit the fire, lock up your daughters. Turn on the radio, sit down.
Are we not clear that in five days a group of men will be coming down here to destroy you?
Is that–is that not clear?
We will all at some time in our lives, fall. Life is so very fragile,
we are all vulnerable, and we will all at some point in our lives,
fall, we will all fall.
Does God love football?
What the hell,
you want a hug or something?
I’m starting to see a W in my eyes.